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It didn't occur to me until after we'd left that none of the guys had wives, and none of them had mentioned a girlfriend yesterday or today. Wealthy, good-looking men in their mid to late thirties-all single and all hung out together like a crew. Or maybe more like a harem...for males. My mind wandered off, pairing the men up as couples inside their circle. I was rather pleased with my mental match-making when I pulled up outside my house. As if I'd conjured up the devil himself, my phone vibrated in my hand when I sat my stuff down on the counter. Collier: Sorry about the near drowning.

It was a guilty pleasure, not an expectation. "Well, think about it," I said. "To think a single man can satisfy multiple women is unrealistic. Men have to reload, so's to speak, after having sex. He'd be lucky to satisfy two women realistically. A woman could easily satisfy many men if she was willing. There's no reloading required. One finishes, another one takes his place." "Ahh, biology, the differences between men and women. Still, ten is awfully high. A woman can only satisfy three men at once, unless she uses her hands as well, then maybe five."

"We'll see how it works out. The one thing I learned on Memorial Day was I liked being fucked by two men at once." The other three of us were staring at Edward, Rob and Regina like they'd grown extra limbs. Maybe they had. But no more than Lisa, Julia and I. "Am I the only normal one in this group?" Chen asked. "What's normal?" Rob asked. "Am I the only one not fucking more than one person?" "Are you fucking any person, Chen? Theoretically, neither Rob or I are fucking more than one person," Edward said. "We're just fucking one person together."

Deep-set features, perfect contours. From any angle, he was a top-notch handsome guy. Though the three men shared some resemblance in appearance, their auras were distinctly different. But without exception. All of them were top-tier handsome men. The people inside turned their heads, momentarily stunned by the arrival of the three striking figures. Mitbahl suppressed his excitement and wiped his mouth. Alright. The three men he had been thinking about suddenly showed up together. What to do? Who to choose? Too difficult! Or... It wouldn't be bad if all three of them approached him at once.

Hmmm "He's nothing, I can beat him in one hit." Damn, Dominic in trouble. I heard a lot of conversations among the men around me. They even underestimated Dominic. I don't know which man said that because there were more than 3 of them. From two directions to the left and right, they were in groups. On the left, there are 4 men and on the right, there are 3 men, they are all handsome wolves, I can smell them. "Hey, can we talk for a minute you're Esme right?" said the man in the middle on the right while the one on the left snorted harshly. Forced me and Dominic to stop our steps because of the interference of these males.

The man's voice was accompanied by a heavy panting sound from him. "It's okay, add money, add a hundred dollars and I’ll let you continue until tomorrow morning." The girl said delicately, "If you don't add money, you won’t touch me." "Okay, a hundred dollars more." The man hasn't been with a woman for two years, so even after the fifth round, he wasn't able to reach a climax . "Pay the money first." After the girl got the money, she giggled and said: "Do it gently, don’t hurt me."

at least, he doesn’t lie. “Why didn’t you tell her you got yourself three men?” Was he for real? It might not be a problem in a shifter's world but in a human world? It would be enough for me to make headlines. One woman fucking three men who knew she was fucking all three of them. I would be the topic of discussion for months. Scientists would, even more, carry out a study on me and my weird connection to three men. I mean it’s not weird for me but they would definitely call it that.

I can’t contain my smirk. Lilly let out another groan and peeks at me from between her fingers, her blush growing impossibly deeper. “Fine! Yes, there was a man –actually men. But that’s not important right now!” Men. I go from being shocked to being completely numb for a few seconds. “Lilly, men! How many men are we talking about?” She rolls her eyes and mumbles, “Two.” “Two men, okay. Wait, did you sl…” “Yes,” she groans.

He’s taller than the others, with a leather jacket and a sneer that makes my blood run cold. Caspian stops, his grip on my waist tightening. “Who else would I be talking to?” he says, his voice calm but edged with steel. The other men start to surround us, and I feel a surge of panic. There are five of them, and while I know Caspian can handle himself, the sight of them closing in is terrifying. “Are these psychopaths?” I whisper, squeezing his hand. “No,” he replies, his eyes scanning each of them. “Just a bunch of drunk men.”

Claire counted the men. Except for the man in the wheelchair, there were at least twenty of them. Some of them had guns in their hands or had them strapped to their waists, while the rest of them stood upright with their hands locked in front of their flat stomachs. With the kind of dark and humourless expressions on their faces, one thing was abundantly obvious: this was definitely not a party with a dress code.